Vincent
I thought I had Shana Hanson all figured out: a normal teenage girl without any serious problems. She is the annoying type of person that makes lemonade when life gives her lemons. I disliked her from the moment I saw her. I just knew that even if I kicked her to the curb, she would find her way up.
And I was right.
I’ve bullied Shana for three years. Not by myself—I had other people do that for me, but that’s not the point. The point is that Shana never gave up the fight. She has been obnoxiously positive in every situation I’ve put her in.
She survived on her own when I took away her means to make friends at her new school. And when I told the bullies to call her names, she totally ignored them at every turn. Stolen books, fat-shaming, name-calling, bullying, pushing—nothing
